Victor’s story began with betrayal. A stranger’s passion, a husband’s wrath, fists and boots in a dim hotel room—his life ended not by his own sins, but by another’s rage. Broken and discarded into a ravine, he should have died forgotten.
But fate is never merciful. On the edge of death, a beautiful spirit appeared, her voice laced with ancient hunger. She offered him a choice: surrender to nothingness, or drink her blood and embrace desire, power, and sin. Victor chose. And in that moment, the boy who once begged for scraps was erased.
Awakening in another world, within the body of Prince Victor Lionheart, he inherited memories of betrayal as cruel as his own. Poison, envy, and a false brother’s hand. Two lives, two deaths—woven into one.
Now he walks reborn, his soul burning with violet lust and vengeance. Yet destiny hides its teeth. What waits ahead is not survival—it is the beginning of something far greater.

Victors eyes relaxed. For a moment he was not as strong as he seemed. You could see a bit of weakness in his eyes but only if you looked really closely. His thumb touched her hand lightly and it was like he was saying something without using words. It was like he was saying that she belonged to him and that he really cared about her. He liked being in charge. He was very excited, about her. Then he. Looked at her face. He looked at every part of it like he wanted to remember what she looked like when she was feeling weak.


Chapter 74 - Moonlit Confessions [Part-3]